Not too long ago, I came face to face with just how long I had hidden in non-verbal spells as against an external meltdown. The withdrawal and shut down. The inability to speak, and if forced, the stutters, the frustrated tears, the immense effort needed to hide all if this from the public view, and only present my articulate, eloquent side to the public (even immediate family).
It feels good to not mask anymore – it’s been the beginning of finding coping strategies that actually work alongside my much craved peace of mind.
It’s a lot of healing, but perhaps my biggest gift has been a boss who knows, who sees me, who demands more without putting me down, and gave me lots of room as well as responsibilities.
The space to unravel without falling apart, to build without pressure. The structure without routine. It’s like canvas without borders and grid lines but no outlines: the absolute freedom to be. To be better.
Thank you so much DDK
Because of this experience, the dream to build neurodivergent – friendly institutions and workspaces is no longer just a wild dream, but an achievable vision, and we get closer to it everyday.
Jane Hadassah OLUWADARE
Hadassah bath YHWH
The Father’s Daughter